Chapter 6 - Marcus Sterling Steps Inside
I pulled the heavy oak door open wide, and the breath caught instantly in my throat.
Standing on the porch beneath the warm porch light was a tall, silver-haired man wearing an immaculate tailored overcoat.
Deep lines of experience marked his face, but his warm, piercing eyes carried a depth of authority that commanded instant obedience.
“Dad,” I whispered, the word slipping past my lips before I could stop it.
Marcus Sterling stepped across the threshold, his gaze sweeping over my face and lingering for a fraction of a second on my posture.
“Hello, my sweet Evelyn,” my father said softly, pulling me into a gentle, protective embrace with his right arm.
The familiar scent of cedar and old paper filled my senses, washing away years of isolation in a single second.
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“Who is at the door, Evelyn? I told you to send them—Ryan started, stepping into the foyer with an annoyed scowl.
His words died instantly in his throat as he took in the sight of the silver-haired billionaire standing before him.
